San Carlos De Bariloche Stories


Note from a Gas Station in the Middle of the Night

We awoke from our light sleep into the thick darkness of 3 am in the morning. Our bags were already packed and we needed only to dress before leaving for the bus station. We secured our heavy packs to our backs and trudged through the cold rain in that deserted Patagonian country town. Stray dogs watched us as we climbed the steep hill to the bus st...